Who are you? What makes up your mind and all the thoughts that rotate/
In that lump in ya head, he prescence of your mindstate/
Can me or you discover what truly makes us up?/
It doesn’t have to be complicated like an Astrophysics book/
Your innermind, yo status spiritual learning/
Can you here ya soul, crackling wid yo desires burning/
We are one, no matter wot you look like, how you dress/
God had a plan for all of us and i guess he knowz best/
But then you argue, “ Don’t get on to that religious shite”/
Man, youv’e got to learn things, or u could find yaself in Plight/
You don’t have to acheive or listen to the things i have to say/
But you could do with taking notice, it could help you find yo way/
On this magnificent, wonderful journy, a gift that even scientists call life/
Where what lies across the path is more unknown than the fate of a Henry VIII wife/
Who are you? What am i? im sure one day everyone of us on this planet will know/
For now im just chilling, living the episodes of the Matthew Burkmar show/